Friday, May 31, 2024

The onslaught by Viv Richards


He strode out to the middle of that warm summer day - his distinctive arrogant swagger was marginally stifled, the jaws moving a little more frantically to chew the gum which completes the persona. 

It was the first of the 3 ODIs before the 5-match Test series in 1984 between England and West Indies in England. 

Prudential was replaced by a new sponsor - the giant American Oil Company Texaco will be remembered by the cricket fans of the 80s and 90s for a long time. 

Viv Richards witnessed the hoardings of Texaco displayed along the periphery of the Old Trafford Cricket Stadium - the venue for the first ODI - where the raucous English supporters were still celebrating the fall of Gordon Greenidge. 

Before that - Desmond Haynes was run out next to nothing and at 11 for 2, astonishingly, West Indies felt the heat of the opposition bowlers. 

But one man - Viv Richards - displayed nothing. 

No tension. No panic. No fear. 

Absolutely nothing. 

There was only the grim visage and the hard glint in his eyes to suggest that he was ready to slice the attack 

The King was standing on a wrecked ship - but his natural instinct to attack hardly faded. 

Back in the 80s, wise men used to say, if you don't get Richards out earlier, you'll have to pay a heavy price. 

At 43, Bob Willis clung on to a sharp return catch from Richie Richardson, and then trapped the King into an indiscretion, a misjudgment of pace leading to a spooned dive, which, just eluded the fielder's desperate lunge by a whisker. 

What a costly mistake it would prove! 

West Indies kept on losing wickets - Larry Gomes for 4, Clive Lloyd for 8 and Jeff Dujon for 0 - all to the offspin of Jeff Miller. 

England prepared a slow and low deck to neutralize the pace battery of the Caribbean and trap their batsmen with spin. When Malcolm Marshall was dismissed the West Indies was tattering at 102 for 7. 

But Richards did not stop playing shots. 

His murderous stroke-play witnessed the ball vanish - at the other end, wickets became cheaper - Baptiste hung on to add 59 but he and Joel Garner marched to the dressing room with West Indies losing their way at 166 for 9. 

14 overs were remaining when Michael Holding joined Richards. 

Holding was a mere spectator to the onslaught that followed - a rare scene on the cricket field back in those days, when batsmen, still, took caution over aggression because the wickets suited to the bowlers, the bats were not heavy and the boundaries were not smaller like today. 

Richards completed his hundred with a punched on-drive off Ian Botham - off 112 deliveries with 12 boundaries.

Richards played Botham to the onside with a flick of the wrist as the ball raced to the square leg boundary. 

Neil Foster noticed Richards' attacking intent towards onside - set more fielders on that region and pitched outside the leg - but the King moved towards the square leg to hoist him over long off - staggering! 

Derek Pringle over-pitched and Richards planted a foot down the wicket, whipped his wrists and launched it over the wide mid-on in an incredible on-driven six. 

Then, Pringle was hoisted over long off into the crowd. 

150 for Richards! 

Willis returned to bowl and decided to pitch along the offstump - Richards got his left leg out of the way, leaning on the back foot and hoisted it over extra-cover.

Richards swung one to the mid-wicket boundary to register the hundred-run partnership for the last wicket. 

As Botham ran into bowl the last ball - Richards moved outside the leg eyeing the gaps on the off-side but Botham pitched it outside the leg, and was hit straight back over the head for a boundary. 

106 runs had come in the last 14 overs, where Holding contributed to just 13. 

189 off 170 deliveries with 21 boundaries and 5 sixes. 

The last 58 balls had produced 86 runs with 9 fours and 5 sixes.

England never recovered from the blow by Richards and the summer of 1984 became a nightmare for the English.

Thank You 

Faisal Caesar 

Saturday, May 25, 2024

La Decima


The night of May 24, 2014, was warm in Dhaka. 

One could listen to the noises of TV from the nearby houses even at 2:45 am. 

The sounds of cheer diminishing into despair could be heard. 

A group was cheering as if the match was over in favour of Atlético Madrid while a group was just left pondering what might have been - perhaps, the wait would prolong. 

The UEFA Champions League Final of 2013-14 at Lisbon witnessed Atleti - the newly crowned La Liga champions taken on a battle-hardened Los Blancos who entered the field to break the 12-year-old jinx. 

In the 36th minute - From a set-piece, a cross was sent into the Real Madrid box, where the Jackal in the Box - hard nut Uruguayan Diego Godin looped a header over the line, despite the best attempts of Iker Casillas to claw the ball away. 

Casillas was in an absolute no-man's land there - what was he playing at? 

Either way, Godin added another important goal to his collection following his title-winning contribution at Barcelona.

The Royal Whites had to respond quickly but time was running out. 

The Madridistas - watching all over the globe in front of their TV sets, wished they could control time, space and reality. They prayed that the stars in the sky could make a perfect alignment for a Los Blancos comeback. 

Atleti were 120 seconds away from the ultimate glory when Real Madrid was awarded a corner on the right side of the field for the second time. 

The first one was not productive but while taking the second one Luka Modrić looped over in a manner that it discovered a waiting Sergio Ramos who guided into the bottom left corner from 12 yards! 

What a stunning header, not only to get across Tiago but, also to guide it into the only place Thibaut Courtois couldn't reach it!

92:48 minute - 1-1 

Florentino Perez was seen as relieved. Carlo Ancelotti and Zinedine Zidane were relieved from an acute nervous breakdown. The supporters of Real Madrid had gained their voice. 

In Mirpur, Dhaka - a loud cheer broke the silence of the night. 

Ramos has injected life and in extra time a carnage by Madrid took place as Atleti sunk and Real Madrid achieved La Decima. 

Unbelievable match. 

Unbelievable feelings. 

Unforgettable night. 

The jinx was broken and the number of despair lessened in the last 10 years. 

Hala Madrid! 

Thank You 

Faisal Caesar 

Tuesday, May 21, 2024

Saeed Anwar and his 194


Chennai. The South of India. Wonderful region. Wonderful people. Great places to visit. A place filled with passionate cricket fans. And - during the summer the Cricket Stadium transforms into a furnace. Despite the exhausting weather, the MA Chidambaram Stadium witnessed some of the iconic knocks in the history of cricket. 

A cricket bat can be a weapon of destruction. It can be like the Great Wall of China. It can be a magic wand. It can be the brush of a painter. For a special batsman, it can be the combination of all. 

There was a batsman known as Saeed Anwar from Pakistan, who, on a sweltering Chennai afternoon used a local bat the way he wished to go against India on May 21, 1997, during the Independence Cup. 

On that day his bat was the combination of all. 

Anwar came to India after recovering from an injury against the backdrop of a brilliant 1996. In the previous two matches, he was showing signs of a return but those eye-catching innings were short-lived. 

Perhaps, the best was kept for the hapless Indian bowlers. 

Shahid Afridi was dismissed earlier. India had had a bright start. But Anwar entered into a zone where he could do no wrong. 

The jam-packed crowd at Chennai witnessed the effortless lofts over the on field, the flawless drives through the off-side, the calculated chips over mid-off and even delicate deflections that found their way to the fence. 

The extreme heat dehydrated Anwar and, requested a runner. Afridi was his running partner. Anwar looked tired as fluid consistently drained off his body. But while playing the shots his intensity was top-notch. 

118 runs came off boundaries - indicates how he reduced the idea of rotating strikes and adopted controlled aggression. 

Whenever he limped his way from the square leg to take a strike, gaps seemed to widen, boundaries got closer and the time to play the strokes hovered on the infinite.

An Anil Kumble over went for 2, 2, 6, 6, 6, 4 left him frustrated and fuming. 

The first six was smoked, and the next two flew into the distant tiers over wide mid-on.

And in the following over by Sachin Tendulkar, Anwar moved to the off-side and delicately glanced it away to the fine-leg fence - as if a masterful dancer was walking on the stage elegantly. 

And - those flick off the wrists - as if poet Iqbal's poetry was wrapped all over those. 

A superbly-placed sweep off Tendulkar took him past the 13-year-old record of 189 set by Sir Viv Richards. He followed it up with a square drive for four. 

194 off 146 deliveries - that too at the home ground of the arch-rivals can only be essayed by a special player. 

Saeed Anwar was special!

Thank You 

Faisal Caesar